She gave her everything, her youth, her happiness, her power to bring her chosen mate, her husband to the top of the pack. She fought alongside her father, the Gamma of the Pack to bring thousands of victories until she found him taking her family down by the very person she and her father fought in frontliner.
View MoreThe first thing I did was call the Moon Goddess.It had been ages since I last summoned her—centuries, perhaps—ever since I turned my back on divinity and walked away from the ruins of a kingdom that once knelt at my feet. I had withdrawn from politics, from divine counsel, from everything that demanded reverence and strategy. My hands had spilled too much blood in the name of purpose. I had no room left for another cause.But this was different.Elysia had vanished. Her scent, her presence, the lingering burn of her spirit in the air—it had all dissolved like dew in sunlight. One moment, she had been beneath me, breathing, fighting, breaking. The next, nothing.I needed to know where she was.The sky above my mountain burned a cold silver as I climbed the summit. This place, once a holy site, had not been visited by a soul in decades. Stones cracked under my boots as I stepped into the ancient circle carved from obsidian and bone. The crescent glyphs glowed faintly at my touch, still
Hades,One thing I had forgotten when I was searching for her in my study was the distinct scent of holy magic. It was faint, barely there, like the remnants of a dream, but unmistakable for someone like me. That kind of scent only lingered in places blessed or touched by divinity—like when one stands before the Moon Goddess herself and dares to have a physical conversation. That scent didn't belong in my study. It had no reason to be there.At first, I didn’t give it much thought. It was so light, almost as if it had been carried by the wind and simply passed through. But as the hours slipped by, as my attempts to reach her were met with silence, as her presence faded like the warmth from a dying fire, that scent began to gnaw at my mind. The more unreachable she became, the worse the storm inside me grew. My heart, my soul, my Alpha wolf—every part of me was screaming. The desperation was unlike anything I had ever felt.Now, sitting in the room where Elysia had grown up, I realized
Elysia,Judging by the scent of dried hay, the feel of the rough wool blanket, and the rustic scent of firewood smoke that clung to every surface, one thing was certain—I was no longer in my own body. This was the fragile vessel of a seventeen-year-old human girl. My fingers, small and calloused, trembled slightly as I sat up, adjusting to the strange physicality of my new form.The village was called Druvo, nestled at the base of the Varkel Mountains. I remembered the name from the scrolls I once read in the Astral Archives, one of the books that held vivid information of mythical worlds that we never thought would exist. Druvo was known as the cursed village that bordered the Dark World—the realm ruled by wretched sorcerers and witches who had once brought entire kingdoms to their knees. Now, it seemed the people here lived in quiet terror, like deer hiding from wolves. There was hardly any sound, even during daylight. Conversations were hushed. Children did not laugh. And food… fo
Hades,The wind bit against my face as I stood at the edge of the Moonlit Silver Wolf Pack’s territory, holding Ruby close to my chest. Her small hands gripped the front of my shirt tightly, her cheek pressed against me. She hadn’t spoken much since that morning. Not after watching me panic, tear the house apart, and shout into every corner for someone who never replied. Three days.That was how long it had been since I last saw Elysia. Since she sat at the kitchen table like a statue and then vanished into silence and chaos. The note, the blackout footage, the missing documents—every second since had gnawed at my sanity. Now, here I was, seeking the only person I thought might have some answers.Gamma Celeriac stood at the packhouse entrance, tall and rigid like a mountain. His presence had always demanded respect. But now, his expression was unreadable, carved from stone. He hadn’t aged a day since I last saw him, but something in his eyes looked heavier, deeper—like he already kne
I felt a deep pit settle in my chest the moment I stepped out of the house three days ago. An inexplicable ache stirred within me, one I tried to suppress but couldn’t ignore. I felt bad—terrible, even—but I couldn't stay. Not when Hades was around. Not when every fiber of my being warned me that our destinies had already entangled and unraveled before. Our fate wasn’t fresh or new. It had already run its course in some forgotten past, tangled in blood and sacrifice.For some reason, in my previous life, despite everything that happened on that day—the day I stabbed him in the chest—I kept getting this strange, haunting feeling: Hades didn’t die. He should have, but he didn’t. Our mate bond had been severed, that much I was sure of. But still, he hadn’t died. My gut screamed that he lived. That maybe, just maybe, the two cloaked figures who drove their blades across my chest that day were somehow connected to Hades. Perhaps it had all been to sabotage Hecate’s grand design. To destro
“My child!”Selene’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. She stood a few steps away, glowing faintly in her usual graceful poise, her silver hair floating like mist around her. But it was her eyes—filled with worry—that caught me off guard.“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked gently. “You’re happy, aren’t you?”I looked at Ella beside me. She wasn’t just a part of me—she was me. Her presence had become clearer since the memories started coming back. She nodded slowly, as if giving me the permission I didn’t know I needed.I shook my head, not because I wasn’t happy, but because this went beyond me now.“I remember what Hecate said when she gave me this second chance,” I told Selene, my voice steady despite the storm in my chest. “I can’t let her win.”Selene’s expression softened. She stepped forward and reached out, placing one hand on my head, the other on Ella’s. The warmth from her touch sank into my skin like sunlight after a cold storm, and for a moment, I felt safe. L
Hades,“Take care of Ruby. I will return soon.”That was all she left behind. After translating it that was all I got from her note. One short line, scrawled in her unmistakable handwriting. No explanations. No details. No clue where she was going or why she had to leave so suddenly. I held the note in my hand, staring at it until the ink began to blur. The words looked simple—innocent, even—but I knew better. They were heavy. Laced with finality. And that terrified me more than anything.Elysia was gone.There was no sign of her presence in the house. Not even the faintest trace of her scent. Her aura, usually woven so thickly into the walls that I could feel it even in sleep, had vanished. She’d covered her tracks well. Too well. The last footage of her stiffed movement before she entered in my study was the only thing I could find.She didn’t just leave.She disappeared.And she took three parts of the Knowledge with her. The Knowledge wasn’t something you simply took and walked
Hades,The moment the flickering lights of daylight hit my eyelids, I opened my eyes. A smile spread over my face when the moments of last night suddenly rushed through my mind unexpectedly. Her touch, the way her body curled against mine, and the quiet comfort of her breath against my neck—it all came back like a warm breeze. Assuming that my little mate would be next to me, I turned.But instead of seeing the sight of my little mate, I felt a cold, empty side next to me. The sheet was still slightly crumpled, her scent faint but lingering like an afterthought. A low chuckle escaped my throat. She was an early bird and I underestimated her. It was so like her to wake before me and slip out quietly.Throwing the blanket away from my body, I decided to head to the bathroom first and then to the kitchen or the gym. However, as the blanket hit the other side of the bed, a soft crinkle caught my attention. My vampire instincts, sharp and ever-alert, instantly honed in on the unfamiliar
Hades, Her pulse It thrummed beneath her delicate skin, a steady rhythm that sent shockwaves through my body. Each beat echoed in my skull, syncing with my own erratic heartbeat. The scent of her blood curled through the air, sweet and intoxicating, igniting a hunger so raw that it clawed at my throat. A primal need crashed over me. Instinct. Hunger. Desire. It overrode everything. I forgot that I wasn't only a werewolf, I was something else too. Something dangerous. Ruby stiffened beside her mother, her sharp instincts picking up on the change. Her bright eyes flickered to me, widening slightly, cautious and wary. Elysia, however, remained unaware. She reached out, her fingers grazing my shoulder, her eyes filled with pure concern and worry— But I snapped, “Don’t touch me!” The words ripped from my throat, harsher than I intended. I jerked away from her touch as if burned, my entire body rigid with restraint. Elysia blinked in surprise, confusion flickering acr
The hall shimmered with golden chandeliers and the chatter of high-ranking officials. Their laughter and celebratory toasts filled the air, drowning out the memories of blood and battle. I stood at the entrance, cradling my swollen belly, my eyes hollow and dark. A blood-stained necklace dangled from my hand, the cold metal biting into my palm. “I am the Gamma’s daughter,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the clinking of glasses. My shaky body moved forward, through the crowd, the cold path beneath my feet leading me to the man at the center, laughing with pride and ego. My voice grew louder with each step. “A frontliner, a commander, and the daughter of Gamma Celeriac, who gave his life protecting this pack!” The room fell silent. All eyes turned to me, the Luna of the Moonlit Silver Wolf Pack. I could see the concern in their eyes as they took in my appearance, the once adored Luna now in her worst situation. “Elysia,” Alpha Jonathan Hornet called, his voice laced w...
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